| Not a flood, not a gale | |
| But a whisper of a reckoning close at hand | |
| Deserted by the light | |
| I wear the shroud of my vanity magnified | |
| Reaping the whirlwind | |
| Eclipsing the lodestar | |
| No time left to weep | |
| No time left to keep | |
| I'll drown in shallow water and no one will remember. |